In his most dangerous voice which would make every single SHIELD agent hearing it instantly jump naked into an erupting volcano because even that suicidal act was far safer than being around their enraged leader presently on the warpath, Nick Fury rasped, "Make. It. Stop."

Seated behind his study desk, Dr. Stephen Strange didn't even blink. He kept on calmly staring back at an uninvited guest who several minutes before had shown up on the doorstop of the Greenwich Village townhouse and then basically steamrollered his way past Wong opening the front door to next confront the Sorcerer Supreme in that man's Sanctum Sanctorum. Not a quiver disturbed his hands steepled in a display of absolute confidence and self-assurance, fingertips touching each other just below Stephen's chin and the famous mustache.

In fact, the only thing moving on that sorcerer's body was his right foot wearing a soft boot rhythmically but soundlessly tapping in time to the jaunty tune at the moment echoing throughout the study. Fortunately for Fury's already soaring blood pressure, the lower part of Stephen's body behaving like this under the desk was concealed from the single remaining eye continuing to glare menacingly at him.

Eventually, Stephen asked, "Exactly why should this involve my area of expertise, Nicholas?"

Fury's seething gaze turned frigid. He snarled, "Because nothing else but magic explains how I'm broadcasting my own damned personal theme music! Just like it's been doing since this morning!"

Indeed, from out of thin air, the song accompanying an African-American with an eyepatch and clad in his midnight-dark leather coat now started its familiar soul and funk lyrics in Isaac Hayes's iconic delivery:

"Shaft
Who's the black private dick
That's a sex machine to all the chicks?
(Shaft!)
You're damn right
Who is the man
That would risk his neck for his brother man?
(Shaft!)
Can ya dig it?
Who's the cat that won't cop out
When there's danger all about
(Shaft!)
Right on
You see this cat Shaft is a bad mother
(Shut your mouth)
But I'm talkin' about Shaft
(Then we can dig it)
He's a complicated man
But no one understands him but his woman
(John Shaft)"

Around the middle of that, Stephen speaking over the song pointed out, "Why are you so sure it's magic, anyway?"

"After investigating all the other possibilities, that's the only thing left! Not even Stark could find some kind of long-distance airwave transmitting aimed at me!"

This time, Stephen did blink. He said carefully, "You brought…Tony in? How'd that work out?"

Fury glowered at Stephen for a few seconds, before admitting with great reluctance, "Five minutes on, he was singing along and doing his best air guitar impression!"

Stephen looked puzzled. "Shaft doesn't have a guitar—"

Now appearing as if he really wanted to lay waste to the entire world, Fury gritted, "It was a completely different song then!" After saying this, his lips clamped shut tight as if the SHIELD commander had just realized he'd would've really been better off not saying that.

Unfortunately, Stephen wasn't going to let it go. "Oh, really? Which one?"

Knowing that if necessary, Strange would just call up Stark at the tower and get all the juicy details anyway, Fury bit the bullet. "Gloves of Metal."

Once more, a baffled expression crossed Stephen's face. "I don't think I know it."

"Well, Stark sure did," Fury grumbled. "I had no idea at all he was a Manowar fan. Let me tell you, I could've gone forever without hearing Stark sing 'We wear leather, we wear spikes, we rule the night!'"

With the greatest of effort, Stephen refrained from laughing out loud, if only because Nicholas might've actually taken a swing at him. Back to business, then.

"All right, I'll see what I can do. It may take some time, though. This isn't something which comes along every day—"

Fury interrupted in his most ominous tone, "You've got until tomorrow at noon, when I'll be testifying before a Senate committee. I'm not going to be on television serenading the whole country with my own macho top twenty!"

"Oh, I don't know about that. Your media approval rating might actually improve from 'very scary spy guy' to 'with-it hip dude', Nicholas," Stephen said in his best deadpan.

That got him another killer glare from Fury, who then stalked out of the study. However, this attempt at a dignified departure came with the tuneful escort from apparently nowhere of:

"I'm the one your mama warned you about
When you see me, I will leave you no doubt
I'm the coolest man that ever walked this earth
I am the coolest since the day of my birth."

Once his magical scans indicated Nicholas was actually gone from the supernatural townhouse, Dr. Strange allowed himself a good, long giggle-fest.

When this was over and done with, the Sorcerer Supreme then absently said out loud as if talking to nobody in particular, "I think, oh…another hour, at the most. Then, I'm sure whatever spell now on Nicholas will wear off all on its own. After all, persisting in the practical joke when you've already had your fun isn't very wise, not when a man like Nick Fury could still somehow figure out who did this to him, hunt them down, and make the culprit thoroughly pay for it in such a fashion to give even Mephisto nightmares."

During all this statement, Stephen was careful not to look at one specific corner of the study, seemingly completely empty. Instead, he got up from his desk and also left the room, off to see what Wong was going to serve today for lunch.

In the study corner where he'd been enjoying every moment, an invisible Xander Harris was quite impressed. Damn, but just when had the doc spotted him? Maybe when he'd come along with Ol' One-Eye, probably.

Got to say, that honest advice from that Marvel character with the maximum mojo was still pretty good. Fine, fine. He'd let it go on for another hour…two, tops. Hey, Mr. Mxyzptlk had a rep to uphold, after all.